离开梦牵魂绕的荚蓉楼已经三十多年了。外婆寡居在此,一守就是一辈子。也是这三月天,钟鼓楼外的古塔山上,漫山遍野的油菜花,幽巷里宛若传来了唢呐声,一声长一声短,啊,一定是某个无福的人远离了尘世。只要踏着青石板,数到一百步,几乎就能找到唢呐声的源头。青石街的老木屋外贴满了观音菩萨、关公之类的镇鬼图,飘落了一地的炮竹碎末,伴 Leave the dream around the soul of the pod building has been for more than 30 years. Grandmother widowed in this, a keep is a lifetime. It is also the March day, outside the Bell tower Guta Mountain, all over the mountains of rape, quiet lane like a cameo sound, soon as soon as short, ah, must be a blessing away from the earth. As long as marching bluestone, counting to a hundred steps, almost can find the source of the suona sound. Qingshi Street, the old wooden houses covered with a Buddism godness Guanyin Bodhisattva, Guan Gong like the town ghost map, falling one of the artillery pieces, with